Pizzeria

When love arrives,
it arrives only to leave again,
only to return once more.
Another time,
another arrival
the same streets once filled with laughter and grins.

When love arrives,
it arrives like a familiar face,
strolling down the street
without a care in the world.
A personality in the wind,
uncertain yet sure of its next step.

When love arrives,
it carries a certain taste
the first slice of readily made pizza,
hot and fresh,
pepperonis melting into cheese.
Love knows its favorite place.
It lingers, savoring the moment,
but soon, it leaves again
until the urge returns.

The pizzeria tucked in the corner.
The pizzeria no one knows about.
The pizzeria that exists in every city,
waiting to be found.

When love arrives,
no matter how many times it leaves,
no matter how good the taste
it is never really gone.